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Jan 28
"Can you hear it?"                                                             ­                             
                                                                ­                                            "Sorry?"

"Shhh, quiet. You might ruin it."                                                             ­     
                                                    "Hear­ what? There's nothing to hear..."

"You can't see laughter.                                                        ­                         
                    You can't touch sadness.                                          
                                         Yet they're still there," She said.

"There's always something there,                                                           ­     
                                    you just got to search a bit harder,                         
                                ­                                  that's all."
because sometimes
the most beautiful things
are hidden

Written by
Skye  F/Empyrean
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